luna hart

Joined October 2025

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Smiling Outside, Sinking Inside
He was always the quietest person in the room. Not shy. Not awkward. Just quiet. At work, he met deadlines. At gatherings, he smiled politely. When someone asked, “How are you?” he responded with the universal lie — “I’m good.” He mastered the art of appearing functional. And in modern society, functionality is mistaken for mental health.
By luna hart2 days ago in Psyche
Close to Your Heart, Far From Your Hands
I am sad — but I am not angry with you. Sadness is not always rebellion; sometimes it is simply the shadow of love standing quietly behind hope.
By luna hart4 days ago in Poets
I Was Once a River
Once, in the mirror, there used to be a face — a whole identity that answered to my name. What has happened to me now? What was I, before I became this?
By luna hart6 days ago in Poets
Not Every Dream Was Meant to Survive
Not a single dream ever reached its full horizon. And yet— I did not lose my mind after that. The accidents of life continue like endless recommendations,
By luna hart7 days ago in Poets
Poets Are Quiet on Purpose
We live in an era that rewards the loud. From the frantic "Look at me" energy of TikTok transitions to the aggressive networking of corporate boardrooms, silence is often mistaken for absence. We assume that if you aren't speaking, you have nothing to say.
By luna hart9 days ago in Journal
The Quiet Math of Us
I spent years solving for X, Scanning crowded rooms for a variable I couldn’t name, Counting the heartbeats wasted on rehearsals
By luna hart10 days ago in Poets
The Day I Deleted My Audience
The notification light was a predator. For three years, I was a slave to the "Red Dot"—that tiny, crimson circle on my phone that told me if I was relevant or invisible.
By luna hart10 days ago in Psyche
The High Cost of a "Perfect" Life
The studio lights were blinding, but the reflection in the monitor was flawless. Not a hair out of place. Not a pore visible. A digital masterpiece of a human being.
By luna hart10 days ago in Humans
The Ghost in 4B
For six months, I lived with a ghost. Not the kind that rattles chains or haunts your dreams, but a rhythmic phantom who lived exactly nine feet above my head.
By luna hart11 days ago in Journal
Silence Is the Most Expensive Rent I Pay
I remember the day honesty missed a payment. It wasn’t dramatic. No slammed doors. No raised voices. Just a small meeting room with flickering lights and a manager who kept saying we’re a family here while sliding a new workload across the table. I wanted to say I was already drowning. I wanted to say the hours had crept into my sleep, that my weekends felt like unpaid overtime.
By luna hart18 days ago in Humans
Receipts of a Life
I never kept receipts for refunds. I kept them because they proved I was here. They lived in a shoebox under my bed, curled at the edges, ink fading like a shy confession. Anyone else would have called it trash. I called it a record. When your life is small, documentation matters. When your dreams are fragile, you learn to fold them.
By luna hart18 days ago in Writers
Learn, Create, and Earn
No one ever told us the truth about success. We were taught shortcuts, not journeys. Applause, not patience. Results, not roots.
By luna hart23 days ago in Education